Today was the first sopping-wet rain of the fall season. Seattle has a lot of rain, and it seems to tend to peak during morning commute time, but it rarely rains very hard. Today was one of those rare days. Today it rained like in the movies, solid sheets of water thrumming straight down. It pummeled my face with this stinging-dagger-drops. It ran down my legs, through my socks, and puddled securely inside my water-proof shoes.
The locker room at work lacks space to dry wet items. Wall hooks are premium spaces and our lockers (if you are lucky enough to have one) don’t vent. I try to leave my locker doors open on these soggy days so my clothes can air out and I don’t open my locker doors to thick air and the odors of wet dog and mildew. Sadly, well-meaning co-workers close my door every time I do this. I have gone through every effort to make it obvious I meant to leave it open, short of handing a sign, which I’ll do if they close my locker today. I really hope it’s obvious. And if a co-worker steals my dripping wet bike gear…well…then I’ll be a sad panda.